There seems no reason why patriotism and narrowness should go together, or why intellectual fairmindedness should be confounded with political trimming, or why serviceable truth should keep cloistered because not partisan

There is one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath

To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell's heart, I stab at thee; For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee

Is there some principal of nature which states that we never know the quality of what we have until it is gone?

This, shipmates, this is that other lesson; and woe to that pilot of the living God who slights it.

So man's insanity is heaven's sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God.